D-Boi Banga - Stuck in My Ways

Fresh as Fuck soon as I walk in Building
My Rise To the Top Cuz I Don't see no ceilings
I Don't show No Feelings
So Fuck how ya feeling
My Crew is the illiest
The realist in it Better watch where you Kick it
Better watch what ya Spitting
You can see how I'm Living
Everyday Gotta Get it...

Stuck in my ways

Times has changed people don't act the same
For the money some a take a vow a shame
Hustle hard that's how respect get gained
I been in Dez streets so I know the Game
Jus say the word I got Plenty rank
Put some niggas on now dey can't show they Face
Went from friend to foe better watch for the snakes
They be in ya bitch face
Now they in ya Safe

I jus go get the paper stacking is my major
Made a whole new league I'm Baller fuck my haters
We can make a wager bet that I'm greatest
Praying for forgiveness
Hope'N that hear me
Get rid of these demons don't let get near me
Sincerely your Son I know G O D wit me
When the Stress hit taken shots to the liver
My gameplan is set and I'm bout to Delivery
Yeah
Who are you talking bout Nigga
Banga been G I ain't never a Quitter
Yo bitch down to Stroll but I'm no babysitter
You talking bout money you know that I Get
Yeah Yeah
Fuck around wit me you mite catch a shot to the kidneys
Niggas dey tried it but couldn't get rid of me
I keeps my Fam on my Back I Got all of us
So Stuck in my ways

Fresh as Fuck soon as I walk in Building
My Rise To the Top Cuz I Don't see no ceilings
I Don't show No Feelings
So Fuck how ya feeling
My Crew is the illiest
The realist in it Better watch where you Kick it
Better watch what ya Spitting
You can see how I'm Living
Everyday Gotta Get it...

Stuck in my ways

I'm back with a vengence
Been labeled a menace
Pull up windows tinted
Money don't lend it
I back on my mission
Rappers come up missing talking slick and dissin put ya in place better yet position
Heard I got choppas now for the tension
Hit up the booth whip a brick like a lynchin
Penny pinching ass bitches ain't Living
Huh
Back to the old me
Everyone talking like oh is he
I got old bitches tryna fuck wit me
Trust None got no old feelings
Everyday I stay on my grind

Keep in mind I was breed to shine
Never feed piegons bread or give em wine
Pussy good but you not inclined
All the finer things set up in life
Ever cross me that wouldn't right
Spend the night with ya bitch Tonite
Now ya mad tryna fish Tonite
M.a.c. that's the Gang gang
Tryna maintain all these damn Changes going hard but can ya blame me
Taken risk fuck the dangers
I'm stuck in my ways

Written by:
Donald Howell jr

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